last night was nice
there was a blackout
and the house was
so silent, it was hot
and so we opened
the windows and
above the trees
fronting our room
was the full moon
lunatic nights with
nothing but the moon
and our smooth
conversation
at times you realize
marriage is not at all
about sex, sometimes
it is the conversation
that makes the better
bond, soul to soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem